O-of course! An infamous fallen angel would be nothing without her sacred robes!

[ Ranko steels herself against actually swaying in the heat. ]

Although I do feel as if the flames of Ifrit may at any second scorch my immortal soul into dust. I say, Darkest Knight - Yato! With my spare coin, I shall gift unto you a mote of faerie ice. A-and one for myself, by the by.

[ She hazily gestures at a nearby ice cream truck. So obvious, Ranko. ]